Little Mamma If I do not kiss them this very minute- That's what they say and do to Mamma. If, mildly hinting, I quietly say that My moustache tickles. If, storming their camp, I seize a pert shaver, How horrid you are You taste exactly like a cigar!" But though the rebels protest and pout, And down in the heart that no one sees, I would not abate it the tiniest whit, 945 Charles Henry Webb. THE COMICAL GIRL THERE was a child, as I have been told, And then, do you know, she occasioned much fun Nay, indeed, I have heard that some people say This strange little child sometimes hungry would be And then she delighted her victuals to see. Even drink she would swallow, and though strangs it appears Whenever she listened it was with her ears. With her eyes she could see, and strange to relate Her peepers were placed in front of her pate. She every night went to sleep on her bed. M. Pelham. Bunches of Grapes 947 BUNCHES OF GRAPES "BUNCHES of grapes," says Timothy, "Pomegrantes pink," says Elaine; "A junket of cream and a cranberry tart "For me," says Jane. "Love-in-a-mist," says Timothy, "Chariots of gold," says Timothy, "Silvery wings," says Elaine; "A bumpety ride in a waggon of hay For me," says Jane. Walter Ramal. XVI IMMORTAL STANZAS THE PURPLE COW I NEVER SAW a Purple Cow, I'd rather see than be one. Gelett Burgess. THE YOUNG LADY OF NIGER THERE was a young lady of Niger With the lady inside, And the smile on the face of the Tiger. THE LAUGHING WILLOW To see the Kaiser's epitaph Would make a weeping willow laugh. Unknown. Oliver Herford. SAID OPIE READ SAID Opie Read to E. P. Roe, Said E. P. Roe to Opie Read. Julian Street and James Montgomery Flagg. Immortal Stanzas 949 MANILA Он, dewy was the morning, upon the first of May, And Dewey was the admiral, down in Manila Bay; Eugene F. Ware. ON THE ARISTOCRACY OF HARVARD I COME from good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod; Dr. Samuel G. Bushnell. ON THE DEMOCRACY OF YALE HERE'S to the town of New Haven, The home of the truth and the light; Where God speaks to Jones in the very same tones, Dean Jones. THE HERRING "THE Herring he loves the merry moonlight But the Oyster loves the dredging song For he comes of a gentler kind." Sir Walter Scott. IF THE MAN If the man who turnips cries, Samuel Johnson. |